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"Relying on your numbers and seniority, you dare to bully us newcomers? What kind of ability do you have?"
Qin Chao stood there and looked at Du Hao in disdain.
"You're looking to die!"
Du Hao's temper was also explosive. Hearing Qin Chao's words, Iron Claw immediately extended his hand out and grabbed Qin Chao's shoulder.
The others were all laughing coldly.
Du Hao's Eagle Claw Fist was also quite famous here.
The man's shoulder was gripped by his talons, and the bones in his shoulder would probably be crushed.
But very quickly, they realized that the one whose face was at fault was not the Liu Clan Fist brat, but Du Hao.
"You, you, you've trained in iron cloth clothes?"
Du Hao felt that he had clearly been caught in an iron plate, his fingers couldn't even get a single inch into it, and his face couldn't help but turn ashen.
"As for me, I'm a very reasonable person." Qin Chao also did not answer him. Instead, she imitated Hong Jiu's tone and said, "I will count to three. If you still don't move away, your hand will not be able to hold on. One... "Two …"
"Brat, you're too arrogant!"
Du Hao had clearly been enraged, his hand moved away from Qin Chao's shoulder and grabbed towards his eyes.
"Three!"
Qin Chao moved even faster and grabbed Du Hao's wrist.
Then, with a push of his hand, he heard a "ka" sound, followed by Du Hao's scream.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" My hand, my hand! "
When Qin Chao released his hand, Du Hao immediately held onto his swollen wrist and sat down on the chair.
"Director Dean!"
The other Martial Masters were all surprised and quickly moved forward to take a look.
Lin Xinghai grabbed Du Hao's wrist, looked at it, and his pupils immediately shrank.
"It's broken!" Could it be that you are practising the Great Hand Stamp? "
"Sorry, I only learned one kind of martial arts, and that is the Liu Clan Fist."
Qin Chao shrugged his shoulders and said.
"curator Zhao, you must understand now!"
The corner of Hong Jiu's mouth twitched again, "What about me, I'm a very reasonable person. Right now, you're already provoking us!"
"If you want to provoke me, then provoke me."
Zhao Jingjing understood now, if worst comes to worst, he would just have to find another place to practice, and not get annoyed.
"Since you want to swallow us, we will follow the rules of the martial arts world!"
"Alright!"
Hong Jiu's originally cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, "curator Zhao, then don't blame me for being rude! Brothers, set up the Fragrant Storey! "
After he finished speaking, the Martial Masters in the room started to move.
One by one, they moved chairs and tables. Very quickly, they cleared out a large open space on the second floor.
He was surrounded by tables and chairs.
"curator Zhao, please step down!"
Hong Jiu pointed to the empty area in the middle of the encirclement.
"Sure, please."
Just as Zhao Jingjing was about to stand up, he was pushed back down by Qin Chao.
"Senior Sister, you're not feeling well today. These small fish and small prawns, just leave them to me."
"No!"
Zhao Jingjing shook his head and said, "Junior brother, I know you are doing this for my own good. But I don't want to rely on you. As the legitimate successor of the Liu Clan Fist, I, Zhao Jingjing, want to rely on myself to spread the glory of my Liu Clan Fist. "
Qin Chao felt, at this moment, that from Zhao Jingjing's body, there was the aura of a martial arts master.
"Alright, then I'll let you go and let you do it."
Qin Chao thought, in any case, with Senior Sister's power, none of these people would be a match for her.
But when Zhao Jingjing walked into the arena and took a deep breath, Qin Chao was shocked.
Through the devil puppet's reaction, he realized that this senior sister of his had actually suppressed his cultivation power.
In other words, she had to completely rely on herself, an ordinary Chinese Martial Arts Martial Master, to withstand this scene.
"Although the curator Zhao is a woman, her spirit is still worthy of praise."
At this moment, a forty-year-old Martial Master walked in.
"My name is Han Lei, a disciple of Eight Extreme Gate. This fist technique is incredibly strong, curator Zhao please be careful. "
As he said that, he cupped his hands towards Zhao Jingjing.
"I am Zhao Jingjing, descendant of the Liu Clan Fist. This punching routine of mine is equally unyielding. Director Han, please be careful. "
Saying that, he began to take the stance of Liu Clan Fist.
"curator Zhao, look!"
Han Lei was also a decisive person when it came to fighting.
He stepped forward a few steps, then used Mountain Splitting Palm and struck towards Zhao Jingjing.
"Ha!" Even the wind made a whistling sound with this palm strike.
The Eight Level Sect's method of exerting force, from the waist down, combined with the hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph! This palm strike could split a person's skull open.
But Zhao Jingjing's body sunk and his left hand moved forward. Very ingeniously, he struck Han Lei's Mountain Splitting Palm from the side.
At the same time, his right palm struck forward, using the standard Dragon King Separating Heaven Palm, aiming straight for Han Lei's face.
Qin Chao was pushing his chin while Zhao Jingjing was pushing his legs and nose.
If he pushed it too far, the man's nose would crack and he could even stab himself into his brain, causing brain death.
This was the reason why there was a saying that had always been passed down.
Chinese Martial Arts only killed people, not performed.
This was because the Chinese Martial Arts was a killing move.
Han Lei's hands were fast as well. With a 'Iron Bridge', he fell on the ground and dodged Zhao Jingjing's palm strike.
At the same time, he was covered in cold sweat.
As the saying goes, once an expert makes a move, he will know if he has the ability to do so or not.
He was unable to understand Qin Chao's martial arts.
However, Zhao Jingjing's skill was not only limited to him, everyone present was able to see it clearly.
This palm was quite domineering!
If it hit, even if Han Lei didn't die, he would at least be a brain-dead vegetable.
"Such a tyrannical skill..."
Even Hong Jiu couldn't help but praise her.
Yet Zhao Jingjing's attacks had always been like a violent storm. Han Lei laid on the ground, but Zhao Jingjing still chased after him, stepping straight towards his calves.
Han Lei saw everything clearly and immediately retracted his leg. At the same time, he leapt up like a carp from the ground.
"Tiger Stomp!"
This fellow was extremely ferocious as he directly rushed towards Zhao Jingjing.
Zhao Jingjing struck out with his palm towards Han Lei.
As for Han Lei's left hand, it knocked away Zhao Jingjing's palm, while at the same time, his right hand pressed down on her other wrist.
Han Lei didn't do this to take advantage of something.
It was because the tiger was trying to climb the mountain.
This fierce tiger was one of the eight ultimate moves of the Eight Level Sect. The trick was to be tough!
Han Lei had learned the Eight Extreme Boxing from a young age. In addition, he had been practicing the Rising Palm since he was young. He was as tough as a tiger when he climbed the mountain.
As the saying goes, Eight Extreme Trigram is like a hack on the neck. Even ghosts and gods are afraid.
When Zhao Jingjing saw that the other party had pushed his elbow towards him, his neck suddenly tilted backwards, and his body tried to dodge the attack.
However, she was only able to avoid the attack. The other party's palm had already struck towards her nose.
A tiger climbing a mountain. The key point was the final technique of climbing a mountain!
At this time, both of Zhao Jingjing's hands were sealed by the enemy, and it was impossible for him to block them.
However, at this moment, a lightning fast movement was subconsciously triggered.
One of her feet was behind her, the other leg was flying, and her knees were high up against Han Lei's lower abdomen.
But when Zhao Jingjing kicked his knees, Han Lei withdrew his hands, and his elbows struck Zhao Jingjing's knees against his chest. At the same time, a Sky Cannon once again flew towards Zhao Jingjing's chin.
It really was a killing move. It was not easy to break it!
But at this time, Zhao Jingjing's single hand had already escaped Han Lei's pressure.
Her arm moved, a sledgehammer aimed towards Han Lei's temple.
Han Lei's fist landed on Zhao Jingjing's chin, and Zhao Jingjing's sledgehammer also landed on the spot slightly away from Han Lei's temple.
"Bam!"
Zhao Jingjing's body flipped around in midair, but she quickly steadied her legs and landed on the ground.
Although he did not use his vitality, Zhao Jingjing's body still possessed the body of a cultivator. If this fist were to hit an ordinary person's chin, it would at least cause his jaw bone to break and his head to tremble. The heavy ones were directly killed.
But Zhao Jingjing only shook his head slightly, completely fine.
Looking at Han Lei, it was difficult for him to take Zhao Jingjing's hammer head on.
His eyes were slightly bloodshot, obviously due to the injury to his skull.
"curator Zhao is indeed skilled in martial arts."
Han Lei shook his head, suppressing the dizziness in his head.
"Director Han is better than me in one move."
However, Zhao Jingjing politely replied, "I only have a slightly stronger resistance towards attacks."
"No, curator Zhao, I admit defeat."
Han Lei waved his hand, "If not for the last moment, when curator Zhao showed mercy and did not strike my temple, I would have been killed on the spot. I am impressed, curator Zhao has won. "
Although Han Lei was from the Martial Arts Association, he still had some backbone.
He cupped his hands together and left the center of the arena. His disciples helped him sit down at the side.
"Alright, who's going to fight next?"
Zhao Jingjing shook his fist and asked.
"Then I'll do it."
Lin Xinghai looked at it and everyone seemed to be hesitant, thus they took the initiative to take a step forward.
These heads all have good eyes.
This Zhao Jingjing's body resistance was simply top-notch. Especially her palm technique. It was powerful like a thunderbolt and as heavy as a chop. It was obvious that she was no weakling.
Amongst these people, Han Lei was ranked among the top.
He couldn't even do it, and almost got killed. As for the others, how could they dare to light it up?
Amongst them, only Lin Xinghai and the Uncle Hong were stronger than him.
As the guild leader, how could Uncle Hong go up on stage so easily?
Therefore, Lin Xinghai became the candidate for the second round.
"Hehe, I am Lin Xinghai, the successor of the Eight Trigrams Palm. I never thought that not only would curator Zhao be as beautiful as a flower, her skills are also so handsome that they would only cause others to clap their hands in praise of her. "
Although Lin Xinghai was smiling, everyone who knew him knew that he was famous as the Smiling Tiger.
Whoever provoked him would have a miserable ending.
The person in front smiled at you, and the person in front would stab you, and that was the Eight Trigrams Palm's instructor, Lin Xinghai.
"It's best not to say any polite words."
Zhao Jingjing took two deep breaths and then stood up, "Let's begin."
"Then please."
Lin Xinghai didn't rush to attack, but instead, used the Wandering Dragon Eight Trigrams Steps to walk around Zhao Jingjing. The corners of his mouth had a faint smile the entire time. It was like a hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait.
[Phew, although this chapter has a little over 3000 words, I checked for 2 hours and saw a video before writing it.] The Liu Clan Fist was still okay, but he had made it up. However, this Eight Level Fist was something that could be verified. How tiring … )
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